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The Forty-Fifth Day of Spring, Five Hundred and Thirteen Years After the Valterrian

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"NO!" Head Chef Karkaus Vorin barked at the two Akalak youths as they attempted to set his station. "My knives go on this side of the board, from smallest to largest, and the spices go over there!" he continued to bark. "And those...those do not belong there!" he shouted as one placed a stack of dishes on the end of the front table. "They go on the back counter...there!" he snapped. "For the love of the gods above, where did they find the two of you? I'd be better off without any help from either of you!" "Now, Karkaus, mind your temper," Healer Karvin Gilia evenly noted as he entered the chamber, sliding off his cloak as he did. "You will end up on my operating table with a hemorrhage if you keep this up." "It...well...yeah, you know, you're probably right." "You know I am. Now. What can I do to help things along? Our demonstration begins in just twenty chimes," he enquired as he approached the chef and his unloved assistants at the front of the room. "If I remember correctly, this is to be a hands-on event. Do we have enough supplies to handle a large crowd? I only see four crates of produce, not the six we had requested." "The rest is waiting out back," Karkaus explained rather pointedly as his eyes darted toward the two boys. "Would you care to fetch it now...or are you waiting for an invitation?" "Yes, chef!" the two chirped in unison as they dashed off. "You really should try to be kinder to them," Karvin noted as he started to unpack a crate containing cloth aprons and napkins. "You will live a lot longer, if you curtail your need to crush everyone around you as if they were mere shyke beetles." "Hmm, yeah, perhaps," Karkaus replied as he proceeded to sharpen his largest cleaver. "Or I can simply cut the fat and call it a day!" he added as he tossed the now razor-sharp implement into the cutting board before him, embedding it, fully erect, with great ease. "Something tells me this is going to be one very lively workshop," the healer noted before letting a gentle sigh slip from his lips. "Very lively indeed," he added as the Akalak next to him started to bust up heads of lettuce by tossing them in the air and then striking them with his meaty fists.